my mother has "but the old one still works" syndrome.
My dad had that syndrome. When I was a teenager, the knob to turn the TV on and off (remote? what's a remote?) broke, so Dad took a big screw, screwed it into the stump of the knob (I swear this wasn't dirty in my head when I started typing), and we used that to turn the TV on and off.
If There, I Fixed It had existed then (or, you know, the internet), Dad would have been a regular contributor.
I remember UHF! Good times.
We had four, count 'em, four channels: the three networks and WGN in Chicago.
I had 15 channels growing up in the sixties.
I'm almost ashamed to say that my first thought was "They actually *had* that many channels back then?"
NJ of my youth had SEVEN VHF channels. UHF was not yet in use.
Chicagoland tv in the 1970s/80s: Channels 2, 5, 7, 9, and 11 for the VHF stations, and 20, 32, 50, 60, and 66 for the UHF channels, not all of them available at all times. And Channel 60 was usually Spanish-speaking.
We had a B&W tv until I was around 7, and then got our first VCR when I was a sophomore in high school. Cable wasn't even available in my neighborhood until I was almost done with high school.
Now I'm all nostalgic for the WPIX Yule log.
Okay, there's a thing today's kids will never have to understand. Never mind VHS vs. betamax -- UHF vs. VHF.
I remember getting excited when I looked in the tv guide and it said that the Christmas specials would be broadcast in color! And then when I turned on the tv? Black and white, same as always. I had to ask my mom why it wasn't in color.
Also? Amy, that picture gave me a wave of nausea. Totes YOUR FAULT!